The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

UNDER THE ARCHES.



AN arch of blue, an arch of green,
    Whichever be above me,
God send a happiness serene
    To all the hearts that love me.

For while I walk beneath the blue

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Their love is still my solace true,
And when beneath the green I’m laid
’Twill make a sunshine in the shade. [Page 54]